Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Dec 3, 2014 23:13:53 GMT
Laughing softly and then rubbing her self against that part of him that he referred to . " Oh I can definitely see my self preforming on that pole"
Leaning back into him for more kisses and letting her frame seal to his, letting her inner lion run to play with his to heighten this experience for him what they would do with the time together she didn't know. It felt nice the warmth that flowed between them from the ability to share. Her eyes shut and she slid up just enough, once she got her angle it was easy enough to settle gain and that was how they would begin her facing outward and moving marginally enough to stimulate.
She guided him to the places wanting his attention and whispered sweet things into his ear between kisses. Their evening together far from over and unhurried with constraint. She knew tho that when they were finally done and tired she had something to do that she couldn't put off any longer. The city had done with out her for 2 evenings and she did have duties to attend to despite how tempting it was to just meld into him and not leave ever.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2014 5:07:20 GMT
Tiber smiled and licked his lips as he thought of the many ways that she could definitely perform on that particular pole. she leaned back into him and Tiber allowed his hands to roam over her tight and warm body. As his beast began moving toward hers, first it was a slow padding but it gained speed over the course of the tunnel to her. Her beast was as to a mate as Tiber had allowed. It was not only a metaphysically connection He allowed his feelings to leak out and wash over her so that she could feel how good she felt to him. As his hand roamed along her sensitive areas he could feel ghostly tingles from her. He left his shield lowered so that he could be opened to any signals that she would send to him to heighten the experience.
Tiber was only too happy to spend as much time and focus all of his attention on Chidera’s areas. He could feel the goose bumps rise as he did just what she liked. Mentally cataloging what she liked and what drover her crazy with passion. If anything Tiber was he was an attentive lover, that was something he hung his hat on. He lived for the high of bring pleasure to his lover. He wanted to spend ample time exploring Chidera’s erogenous zones before intercourse, as he wanted her to be primed and ready as he felt that he was as aroused as he could get. He just had a feeling that one he held her and drifted off bedding down for the night that she would vanish into the darkness of the night. He understood the night and the city needed her, but he needed part of her as well. And he needed more than a pound of flesh. Or the many fleshy bits that he would be laying hand, mouth, tongue or any other appendage on.
“It not quite my turn yet, But I know something that I know you would love.”
Tiber said as he rolled her to her back. And began kissing his way downward…
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Dec 9, 2014 4:50:28 GMT
Her face was priceless and she found her self laying back..he was so very talented. Crooning and small noises issuing into the air under his touch.
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Hours later but well before dawn Chidera woke with his arms enveloping her. Pleasantly sore even for a vampire and smiling like the cat that caught the canary. Careful to slide from his side while he slumbered and kissing him as light as a butterfly on the lips. She hated to leave like this but it was her own lack of guts in this. Those large brown gold eyes would hold her here if he was staring into her eyes. Writing him a short sweet but caring note and leaving it where he would see. Then dressing down stairs not to wake him. She stood on the porch for a moment looking out at the cypress and willow and smelling the air. Then she backed up and took off at a run that had her in the air in a blink. Flying was second nature for her and not even the wind wipping past her skin could bring her down in mood. Landing out side the convent smoothing her dress and heading in.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2014 3:31:26 GMT
Tiber awoke to the ghost of Chidera being in the bed with him. He knew this would happen and was only slightly sadden. He poured his all into her and felt her do the same. It was understood that she had her life to live and he had his. They both shared each other on this road that they decided to take together. But he could not monopolize her time just like he could not allow her to make him an on call pet of hers.
As Tiber rolled out of bed, he walked around the room picking up his shirt that she slept in, taking a deep breath he inhaled her scent before throwing it into the hamper. With military precision he stripped the bed taking the quilt and the dirty clothes down to the washing machine. As he began his laundry he sat at the table thinking and not thinking about Chidera, at this hour he knew she would be for all intents and purposes dead but if she dreamed he hoped it was pleasant. As he through together a light breakfast, he took a long hot shower letting the hot water beat on his sore muscles. Before getting dressed and going for a walk.
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